Let your bookcases and your shelves be your gardens and your pleasure-grounds. Pluck the fruit that grows therein, gather the roses, the spices, and the myrrh.
Judah Ibn Tibbon
Finally the weekend's come
And everything is goin' down
Nine to five and now it's time
For me to get around
Good poppin' ain't no stoppin' everybody's in the mood
Mind blowin' once you feel the music startin' to get to you
I know you're standing there
Trying to say the words
You took so long to prepare
But I laugh, pretending I don't see
'Cause I don't want to hear
What you got to say to me
[Chorus:]
I'm so glad, I'm so glad.
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad.
I'm so glad, I'm so glad.
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad.
No, I don't guess
I don't sacrifice
And I know
I don't realize
Just how much
I can idolize...and I know and I know
If you had the luck of the Irish
You'd be sorry and wish you were dead
You should have the luck of the Irish
And you'd wish you was English instead!
A thousand years of torture and hunger
Quando sono solo sogno all'orizzonte
E mancan le parole
Si lo so che non c'luce
In una stanza quando manca il sole
Se non ci sei tu con me, con me
Su le finestre
In those verses of the bible
A message was concealed
And soon for john
The secret was revealed
Deep in a castle well
The treasure could be found
Living by the law is a bloody necessary bore
Everybody are you gettin' what you're lookin' for
Livin' by the rule is somethin' that you gotta do
But does it matter if we break a rule or two
Get up, break out, don't be the odd one out
Mặt trời mặt trời đã lên
Một ngày một ngày đã qua rồi
Từng vùng từng vùng lá xanh
Rộn ràng rộn ràng tiếng cười nói
Mặt trời mặt trời đã lên
Life is what you make it,
That's what the people say.
And if I can't make it through tomorrow,
I'd better make it through today.
I have had my share of troubles;
